this story makes me feel ever more justified in my resolve to never, never, never, ever, ever, ever, EVER (a thousand million times never) have children. now, i have had plenty of teachers that i’m not entirely fond of…but even at my most vindictive am no where this calculating and malicious. at least, not at 8-or-9-freaking-years-old i wasn’t!
anyone who tries to change my mind by playing up the innocence and joy of having a child can just suck it dry right now. these kids were meticulous and full of ill-will. they were not innocent little lambs, and hell, they were organized into a large group of would-be murderers. each with his or her own devious task!
sometimes i find myself undermining the power and will of children — which, as a child myself, was something i hated adults for doing to me — but these days, not so much. ineffectual, uninvolved parenting and a culture hellbent on spending more energy finding a halfway-decent scapegoat over any smidgen of self-awareness or accountability is breeding a society of truly disturbing individuals.
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